Anon couldn’t count all the weird shit he’d had to adjust to in Equestria. Talking, flying, and magical horses were interesting, as were the myriad of mythical creatures which inhabited the world, but those weren’t the strangest thing he’d come across - no, that revolved around an inexplicable mystery which, over the course of a year, he still hadn’t puzzled out. Somehow, despite being highly intelligent and bearing behavioral similarities to humans, the colorful denizens didn’t have the foggiest idea what sex was.
The concept of traditional procreation was some sort of foreign, abstract concept to creatures in his new home, leaving Anon bewildered. Apparently, according to every equine he’d ever spoken with, babies were made in some inexplicable way. When two ponies loved one another, typically after they’d gotten married, they’d go into their room for the night, go to sleep, and the mare would wake up pregnant. There was no admitted act of actual coitus, with the conception happening magically and supposedly without any actual intercourse.
It wasn’t like Equestria’s residents weren’t capable of having sex, considering he’d seen more succulent marehoods and swinging stallionhoods than he cared to count, so he knew mystery wasn’t an anatomical issue. He’d even gone so far as to ask several pony physicians about biology, affirming that, yes, the native equines were as anatomically complete as the horses of his home world - still, he never got an acceptable answer regarding how foals were produced. From scholars and academics to age-old alicorns, he heard the same thing over and over again - baby ponies just sort of happened.
As confused as he was about the concept, the ponies were just as befuddled with his assertions about how babies were actually made. Most of the creatures he’d spoken with laughed off his claims, shaking their heads and lightheartedly dismissively shrugging away the idea of coitus - hell, even Twilight Sparkle didn’t really believe him. As annoying and inexplicable as the situation was, trying to explain basic biology to beings as or more intelligent than himself, that wasn’t his only problem - unfortunately, that problem was something much more maddening.
Not only were ponies smart, kind hearted, and friendly as all get-out, but damn-near all of them were adorable and almost gallingly attractive. It wasn’t like he’d planned to find himself enticed to a bunch of small, soft, colorful horses, but staring at plump and bare asses for months on end had fostered a very keen interest within him. As terrible as it was to say, and without a suitable outlet for his sexual frustrations, he’d taken to periodically allotting himself private time to relieve himself.
Thankfully, his accommodations in the Castle of Friendship, most generously granted by Twilight Sparkle, included a locked door and the seclusion it afforded. Shamelessly cranking off in the solitude of his room wasn’t exactly what he’d call ideal, especially since several of his friends were rather attractive mares, but it was better than nothing - at least, that’s what he told himself. Aside from the befuddling and vexing circumstances of carnal affairs, he couldn’t complain much.
He had a job at the Hayburger, regularly hung out with a small cadre of associates and coworkers, and had taken a keen interest in the pre-Sisters era of Equestrian history - that being said, of all the niceties the world afforded, nothing quite beat being good friends with a Princess. Twilight routinely pulled strings and took him on her travels, visiting various locations while totally not bragging about his alien origins, which meant he got to go on all sorts of adventures for free. Most of the sights he’d seen were pretty amazing, or terrifying in some instances, but there was one location that he had a love/hate relationship with - the Crystal Empire.
He didn’t really have a problem with the frigid northlands or the crystalline ponies which inhabited the gem-like metropolis - not in the slightest; his issue was with the reigning Princess there - one Mi Amore Cadenza, the Princess of Love. The tall, pink, and sinfully svelte alicorn was, by no small margin, the hottest pony he’d ever laid eyes upon, yet her appearance wasn’t her only charming feature. Aside from being a drop-dead bombshell of a horse, she was excruciatingly affectionate with everyone - including himself.
He considered himself immeasurably fortunate that he didn’t have to spend all that much time around her, since he found her captivating to a fault, but he still saw her fairly often. What with Cadance being married to Twilight’s brother, he and his regal host visited the Crystal Empire every few months, which meant he had to prepare himself to withstand her amorous assault fairly regularly. The good news was that he could usually keep himself composed around her - the bad news was that he’d had little time to steel himself for his impending encounter with her.
As the train ground to a halt, pulling up to the Crystal Empire’s station, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Much to his chagrin, yet unsurprisingly, the royal couple waited at the platform for Twilight and him - her bipedal companion and personal scientific anomaly. Slowly, watching Twilight scamper down the aisle and towards the exit, he pushed himself up and moved towards the door; without a doubt, it was going to be a long day.
Allegedly, Twilight had forgotten to mention their trip north, having been distracted by some large event at the soon to be completed School of Friendship. He’d initially tried to wriggle out of going, telling her that he had three shifts at work to cover, yet his plan had fallen to pieces. Unbeknownst to him, the Princess of Friendship had coerced his employer to give him the week off. Without an excuse to fall back on, and not wishing to upset his most powerful friend in horse-land, he’d acquiesced.
Steeling himself, Anon slung his duffle bag over one shoulder and stepped out onto the platform. To his pleasant surprise, things got off to a decent start. After Shining and Cadance, as well as their blabbering alicorn foal, had greeted Twilight and himself, the trio escorted them to the castle. The walk to the monolithic keep was actually refreshing, with a cool spring morning and plenty of genial conversation, had it not been for one thing - for some reason, Cadance had decided to trot directly ahead of him.
He’d hoped to avoid getting worked up so early, but the temptation of the softly swaying, pink behind proved too much to bear. The way her hips rocked gently from side to side, how her glutes bounced ever so slightly, and the fleeting glimpses of her dark and meaty marehood quickly had him out of sorts, sending blood coursing to his loins. Rather frequently stealing glances at her tush, nearly hypnotized by the casual display, he arrived at the castle with Twilight in no time flat.
“We’ve already prepared your usual rooms,” Cadance cheerfully announced, as they stepped into the expansive foyer. “If you need any help with…” she trailed off, shifting her attention to the man. “Are you alright?”
Staring at her backside, intentionally or not, had taken a toll on Anon. Absolutely turgid, with his pants tented at his groin, he awkwardly attempted to cover his crotch with his bag. Shaking his head to dismiss her concern, he turned away and headed towards the nearest stairwell. It may have been a bit rude to excuse himself, but it was better than subjecting himself to more torment while being painfully hard.
“Just a bit tired from the trip,” he explained, feigning a yawn. “I’ll just go unpack and freshen up.”
Without waiting for a reply, he leisurely headed away from the royal couple, Twilight, and their cooing foal. As shameful as it was to admit, it wasn’t the first time he’d excused himself from their company. It was always a calculated risk, measuring the risk of offending his hosts against having to explain why his pants had such a noticeable swell within them, but he’d gotten lucky so far; of the dozen or so times he’d politely abandoned his quadrupedal companions, he’d never been called out on it - at least, not yet.
Making a beeline for his room, a rather lavish suite on the second floor, he only passed a handful of castle staff and a single guard. He’d visited often enough to know the keep’s layout rather well, having memorized how to navigate the keep through trial and error, which made his trek relatively short. In a matter of minutes, he saw himself into his chamber, closed the door behind himself, and sighed.
Tossing his duffel beside the bed, letting it lie where it fell, he crossed to the mattress and seated himself. Images of Cadance flitted through his head, which did nothing to help with his predicament. Be damned if he could explain why he found her so infuriatingly attractive, but his best guess was that it was a combination of things. Her height, the taboo of lusting over a married woman - er - mare, and the fact that she was a MILF proved a deadly combination, making her irresistible.
“Damn it,” he growled, flopping back and reaching for his waist.
Deftly unbuttoning his shorts, once he’d loosened his belt, he wriggled out of the garment. Since he had to change into some pants anyways, with the northern climate being a bit chillier than he’d expected, he saw no harm in alleviating his frustrations. He was fully aware that jacking off immediately after arriving at someone else’s house was less than immodest, but it couldn’t be helped - after all, it was that or walk around with a stiffy all day.
As he kicked his shorts away, he closed his eyes and grasped his manhood. Seeing the Princess of Love was difficult enough to endure, but he actually knew what she smelled like. While she hadn’t hugged him on this occasion, she’d embraced him several times in the past, allowing him to breathe her delicate, almost floral fragrance. Fantasizing about the aphroditic alicorn, failing to hear the soft sound of hooffalls drawing nearer to his door, he stroked himself off.
“Anon?” Cadance called out, a heartbeat before the door gently swung inward. “I just wanted to see if…”
The caring, feminine voice fell silent, as pure, unadulterated panic hit Anon like a hydrogen bomb. Figuratively and literally caught with his pants down, holding his cock in one hand, he rolled to and off the far side of the bed. The discomfort of hitting the cold floor was surpassed by the mental anguish of not locking the damned door. Hearing her draw nearer, doing everything in his power to compose himself, he threw up a hand.
“I’m ok!” he shouted, unsteadily pushing himself up.
Coming to a kneeling position, he scrambled to one side, seized a pillow, and covered his shame. The move was neither a well planned or executed act, not that it ultimately mattered. Turning his head, seeing her move around the bed and fully into view, time seemed to slow. Her orchid colored eyes momentarily sat on his face, but then they moved lower - straight to his fully exposed and exquisitely hard cock.
In that instant, he swore he felt his heart stop. The ignominy of being caught jacking off by a Princess - a Princess who was kind enough to offer him shelter and food - was beyond crushing. Attempted to cover himself with the cushion, his cheeks darkened and his stomach twisted into knots, while she casually peered at his package.
“Is...” Cadance began, cocking her head to the side, “is everything alright?”
“No! I mean, not really!” he bleated, standing and wheeling around. He’d rather she see his bare ass than his equipment, so he did just that. Peeking over his shoulder at her, seeing a look of concern cross her face, he swallowed hard.
“Do you need assistance?” she pressed. “I could summon a doctor or-”
“No!” Anon blurted, frantically waving a hand. “I’m fine, really, I swear. Just don’t get anyone involved!”
Cadance knit her brow, focusing on his face. “Anon, what in the world is going on? You barely said anything on our walk from the train station, you ran off right after we got back to the castle, and then you were -” she groused, waving a hoof towards his crotch area, “doing whatever that was!”
All his fears culminated at that moment, turning his blood to ice. He’d known there was a very real chance that the day would come, that he’d have to explain what masturbation was, but he couldn’t have predicted he’d get caught by Cadance. Hanging his head, while making sure his naughty bits were concealed, he stepped to the bed and seated himself.
“Cadance,” he sighed, keeping his eyes glued to the floor, “do you have any idea what - HEY!”
His explanation was cut short, as the pillow over his crotch was sorcerously yanked away. The suddenness of it left him fully exposed, if only for a split second, but that had been enough to totally upend his train of thought - that and it gave the curious alicorn a peek at his goods. Standing a scant handful of feet away, keenly peering at his nethers, Cadance magically flung the cushion aside.
“What the hell, Cadance?” he squawked, covering himself with his hands - well, covering himself as much as he could with his hands.
“You said you’re not hurt, but I wanted to check,” she insisted, shifting her aura to his wrists.
Anon gulped, as an arcane force gingerly pulled his arms to his sides. “Cadance! Cadance, I swear I’m fine!”
“You stallions,” she giggled, rolling her eyes, “always trying to act so tough. If you really are fine, I’ll let you go. Does that sound fair?”
“No! No it doesn’t sound fair!” he hysterically exclaimed, concern dripping from his voice.
But his plea fell on deaf ears, as she uncovered and gazed upon his manhood. In some grand twist of irony, or cosmic joke, all the excitement had done nothing to calm his erection, giving her an eyeful of him at full mast. Clamping his eyes closed, he prayed she would leave; sadly, she did anything but. As something hot blew against his tool, he peeked out at her.
“What is this?” Cadance softly asked, mere inches from his length.
“It’s called - uh -” he faltered, unsure of exactly how to refer to that part of himself. “It’s my love stick.”
“Love?” she repeated, glancing up to his face.
If Anon could have kicked himself, he would have. Of all the stupid, idiotic pet names to call his cock, his brain had to call it a god damned love stick. Rolling his eyes, deciding to double down, he reluctantly nodded.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “that’s what it is…”
“Well it smells amazing,” she hummed, leaning forward.
Anon’s eyes widened, as she brought her pouting lips to the base of his shaft. Inhaling through her nostrils, visibly shuddering, she filled her sinuses with his scent. The act was so sudden and so completely unexpected that he didn’t know what to say - hell, he didn’t know what to think. There he was, in the room of a castle, with a married horse Princess smelling his junk.
“Why’s it called a love stick?” she inquired, peering up at him.
Seeing her face partially obscured by his dick, feeling her breathing on his sensitive flesh, Anon licked his lips. “Well,” he croaked, suddenly extremely parched, “it’s used to make love.”
“You humans can make love?” Cadance gasped. “How in the world do you - Oh!” she interrupted herself, as a bead of pre-cum crept down his length to settle on her nose.
Anon winced, as she withdrew slightly. The sticky substance strung between her snout and his manhood, connecting the two. “Sorry about that, it happens when I’m -”
Without any warning whatsoever, apparently driven by curiosity, Cadance opened her maw, leaned in, and drew her tongue up his length. The sensation of having his shaft licked, after over a year of self-service, was staggering. A shuddering breath escaped him, as she reached the tip of his manhood.
“A...as I was saying,” he sputtered, seeing her lick her lips, “we don’t really make - Yes?” He cut himself off, as she raised a forehoof.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but can you continue explaining while I help myself?” she demurely asked, brushing her mane from her face.
“Help...yourself…?” he let the question hand, piquing an eyebrow.
Shuffling closer, between the man’s thighs, Cadance pecked the tip of his manhood. “Help myself by sampling you! You taste absolutely wonderful!”
Anon’s mouth flapped noiselessly, as his brain tried and failed to make sense of the situation. Had she seriously just asked him to explain what lovemaking was while nonchalantly inviting herself to blow him? Even if he said it it was alright, was it? Torn between his lust and better judgement, his indecision cost him dearly.
Blithely indulging herself, presumably taking his silence as a yes, she wrapped her lips around his dick and caressed his glans with her tongue. The feeling of her impromptu blowjob was indescribable, rivaled only by how unimaginably hot the sight was. There was no way in hell she knew what fellatio was, considering he’d never heard or read about anything of the kind in Equestria, but he’d be damned if she didn’t know how to give some killer head.
Reflexively reaching for her, he only then realized her magic had disappeared entirely. At some point or another, she’d released his arms from her sorcerous grasp - still, as stricken as he was, he hadn’t noticed his enchanted bonds dissipate. His fingers wove through her mane, grazing her horn, as he relented. A line had been crossed, there was no going back, and his reluctance withered to nothing.
“It just keeps coming!” she cheerfully remarked, rearing back with a soft Pop. Before he could reply, her head shot forward once again - only this time she virtually inhaled his entire shaft.
“Fuck,” Anon quietly groaned, as she hummed around his member.
Either the Princess had a nonexistent gag reflex or she had some very strange eating habits - either way, he slipped down her gullet with ease. Her tongue lovingly massaged the underside of his length, while her lips mopped saliva and pre-cum from the base of his tool. Frankly, experienced or not, she was a fucking savant with the entire affair.
Leaning back, bracing himself on one arm, he made himself comfortable. It may have been his imagination, or possibly the protracted dryspell he’d been suffering through, but he swore her muzzle was hotter than any woman’s mouth he'd felt before. Gingerly cradling the back of her skull, only applying the slightest bit of force, he relished the awe inspiring oral.
As for Cadance, she certainly didn’t seem to mind sucking him off. Extending her wings, with her nose bumping against his groin, she sweetly caressed his thighs and hips with her feathered appendages. Her technique, tender touch, and periodic eye contact were the things wet-dreams were made of, leaving the man at a loss - well, almost at a loss. Given how long it had been since he’d had any sort of sexual attention, his endurance faded fast.
Sensing himself growing close, Anon found himself at a crossroads. Any reasonable guy would put a quick end to it, knowing he was getting a hummer from a married mare, and a royal one at that, yet the lecherous, needy part of him urged him to continue, to blow a load right down her deliciously snug throat. Hearing the pleas of an angel on one shoulder, and the sinful coaxing of a devil on the other, his time grew short. In the end, as his grip tightened, he caved to his impulses.
Gritting his teeth, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable, rapture overtook him. His manhood throbbed and pulsed, sending shot after shot of his load straight down the Princess’ throat. He would have felt ashamed about his pitiable performance, had it not been for the phenomenal and nearly cathartic climax. With a deep, gratified sigh, he peeked down at the mare.
“S...sorry about that,” he wheezed, noting his spunk leaking from her nose and past her lips.
Cadance locked eyes with him, as she steadily withdrew and licked her lips clean. “It...It’s - Cough - quite alright,” she rasped, swallowing down the dregs of his jizz. “So that was making love?”
Anon shook his head, entranced by the sight of his seed on her face. “No, that’s…” he paused, only barely catching himself. It was bad enough that he’d just gotten a blowjob from a happily married Princess, but he was not about to go poking the beehive by explaining what sex is. “Nevermind…”
Cocking her head to the side, the alicorn pursed her lips in consternation. “Why? Anon, you can’t tease me like that!”
“It’s just,” he sighed, hanging his head, “it’s probably for the best that we don’t talk about it.”
“Does it have something to do with this?” she quipped, drawing his attention.
Lifting his head, wondering what she was talking about, he froze. The Princess had spun around, leveling her ass right at him, but that wasn’t the worst part - her tail was flagged and flung to the side. Seeing her backside was enticing enough, but this - this was something altogether different. Her marehood was positively drenched, winking and dripping pearly liquid to the floor like a broken faucet.
“Uh -” he mindlessly grunted, as his softening cock instantly sprang back to life, “yeah…”
“Perfect!” Cadance chirped, wheeling back around. “So I’m guessing your thingy goes in my thingy?”
Hearing the assertion, Anon’s eyes sailed to her face. “Yeah, but I don’t think we should -”
“That’s all I needed to know,” she smugly hummed, igniting her horn.
Both excruciatingly aroused and terrified, Anon found himself sorcerously levitated and moved to the center of the bed. His torso, his limbs - hell, even his head and his digits - all had been shrouded by the magical aura of the powerful alicorn. As he drifted down to the cushioned surface, only able to move his eyes, he spied the Princess climbing onto the mattress and moving towards him.
“C...Cadance,” he stammered, watching her step over his hips. “I don’t think this is a good idea!”
His words stood in direct opposition to his deepest, darkest desires, as well as the raging hardon he was sporting. Depraved wants warred with his morals, watching her straddle him. Though some part of him desperately wished to get his interspecies v-card punched by a royal MILF, he fully realized that he may get executed for playing a hand in her adultery. Ultimately, being fully immobilized by her arcane might, he realized he had little choice in the matter.
Gazing down her chest, past the breasts on her lower abdomen, Cadance guided herself by sight and feel. The moment the tip of his length graced her meaty entrance, she shivered, but she was far from finished. Her eyes drifted closed, as she gradually impaled herself on him. The abject look of bliss on her face, and the sound of her stifled murmurs of delight were prime fap-fuel in and of themselves, yet the sensation of her depths eclipsed everything else.
Like molten silk, her marehood embraced and sweetly caressed his manhood. The terror of sticking his dick in a married pony bled away, all but leaving him entirely, as she sank lower and lower. Hot, snug, and deliciously moist, her sex was, to put it simply, perfect. Paired with the view of her dark, lower lips, the soft noises of her contentment, and her forehooves against his chest, the sensation of her interior was the crown jewel upon her host of sexual delights. Without even thinking about it, failing to comprehend that the spell holding him had faded moments ago, he reached up and delicately grabbed her hips.
Fully hilting him, seating herself on his groin, Cadance finally opened her eyes. “Now what?”
“Now,” he began, as what little reluctance was left fled him, “we start moving.”
Then freed from her eldritch might, he lifted and braced his legs, secured his grip, and thrust his hips upward. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected - a startled noise or groan perhaps - but he got more than he could have dreamt of. The Princess’ eyes rolled to the back of her head, a throaty, whorish moan escaped her, and a veritable torrent of fem-cum gushed from her stuffed sex.
He stopped dead, stunned by the jarring turn of events. “Are you ok?”
Blurry and unfocused, Cadance’s eyes wandered from the ceiling to his face, yet she didn’t say a word. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, with a single rope of drool hanging from her chin, as she leaned forward and tensed her legs. For a split second, he thought that he’d broken her, somehow plowed a piece of her brain to bits, but that was far from the case. Stabilizing herself on her forelegs, she lifted her waist, freed the base of his length, then slammed down against him. There was no doubt about it, she wanted…
“More,” she groaned, languidly fucking herself on him.
The crazed look in her eyes and the inexorable force of her hips told Anon one thing - he’d unleashed some sort of monster. It took everything he had to compose himself, to wrestle control of his body back, but he was able to manage - if only just. Waiting, watching her rhythm, he bucked up to meet one of her descents; though her reaction wasn’t quite as profound as her first climax, a deep, gratified purr slipped past her lips.
“This - Mmmn - is - Nnnngh - incredible!” she proclaimed, brazenly bouncing on his cock like a lusty sorority girl.
As pleased as Anon was, hoping for little more than to enjoy the act of impromptu infidelity, the mare’s rather loud declaration prompted him to act. “Sssssssssh!” he loudly hissed, holding a finger to his lips. “Be quiet!”
Extending and flapping her wings, using them to give her motions a bit of extra power, she threw her head back. “But it’s so GOOD!”
His eyes darted between the door and the alicorn’s face. If anyone heard them, he’d be fucked in the worst way. Reaching for her maw, just after she reclined back, he quietly cursed to himself. If he didn’t shut her up, he’d be in deep, deep shit. With his thoughts racing, latching onto a somewhat unorthodox solution, he glanced at the mattress beneath them. It was clear that she didn’t want to stop - neither did he, if he was being honest - which meant he’d have to think outside the box.
Patting her thigh, he caught her attention. “Cadance, hey, you wanna try something really good?”
“I...is it - Huff - is it better than this?” she inquired, continuing to buck and gyrate atop him.
“Yeah,” he responded, doggedly meeting her descents with thrusts of his own. “Hang on.”
“Hang on for - Eeep!” she squeaked, as he spread his legs and shoved her backwards.
Unceremoniously unsheathed from his turgid cock, the Princess landed on her back with a soft Pomf. Feeling the cold, uninviting air against his slickened nethers, Anon wasted no time. Clamoring onto his knees, he shuffled forward, grabbed her fetlocks, and prized her luscious thighs apart. While Cadance had been caught on the back hoof, unprepared for the abrupt change of pace, her eyes wandered down his chest, over his abs, and ultimately settled on his manhood.
“Hurry,” she silently mouthed, staring dead at his package.
The mute plea pushed him over the brink, virtually driving him rabid with desire. Forcing her hind legs forward, pressing them to either side of her head, he loomed over her. Every man has their breaking point, a moment that devastates their restraint and reduces them to little more than an animal - for Anon, he’d slipped well past his breaking point. Gazing down at her face, seeing the unabashed desire in her eyes, he crammed his cock into her.
Cadance’s piercing cry of ecstasy was like a symphony - no, something more than that. The raw, unfettered yearning she had for the sensations he delivered were ambrosial, nirvanic even, and he had every intention of satiating her every need. Situated as he was, using both his body weight and the strength in his hips, he started railing her out like it was his god-given duty.
The insidious and primal core of his needs took root, spurring him to rut her harder and faster with each passing second. It was only when she brayed out, convulsing and squirting beneath him, was he shaken from his bestial reverie. Craning his neck downward, driving his tongue into her slavering maw, he locked lips with the Princess - his Princess.
Some fundamental part of him reveled in the debauchery of it all. He’d waited for so long, endured ceaseless temptation from the vast myriad of unintentionally seductive mares, that finally doing the deed was downright therapeutic. The fact that he’d crossed the interspecies boundary with Cadance of all ponies made the moment all the more special. Out of all the creatures he’d met, she reigned as the paragon of beauty and erotic appeal.
Their tongues entwined, vying for dominance, as he plowed her like a fertile field in spring - still, it wasn’t enough. As unbelievable as it was, through sheer force of will or an insatiable urge for more, Cadance somehow managed to reciprocate. Clenching and relaxing her marehood, she vehemently milked his pistoning length. As she mewled and whimpered into his mouth, her wings wriggled free and folded around his back.
Save for the muted and stifled groaning, a steady Plap Plap Plap filled the air. In an all too real way, the alicorn was a feast for the senses - the embodiment of all his desires in Equestria made manifest. Their slickened loins slapped against one another, slathering them in a heady cocktail of marish nectar and pre-cum, while they pushed one another to the limit.
Anon wasn’t even fully aware of how close he was, nor how long they’d been going at it, until the telltale signs of release were upon him. His hips were a blur, devolving into a frenzied, almost hysterical cycle of thrusting, as his legs began to tremble. Grasping at the final shred of his sanity, he broke their kiss.
“I’m close,” he rasped.
Pulling him closer, possibly fearful that he may escape, Cadance wrenched his face to her shoulder. “Sweet Celestia - don’t stop!!!”
Though he never thought he’d hear her utter those words, they heralded his undoing. Hilting, burying every inch of his manhood into her, he peaked. Despite having cum a short time ago, his second release was an order of magnitude more powerful than his first. Unconsciously biting the base of her neck, he pumped a deluge of his seed into her depths.
Cadance’s mouth hung open in a noiseless scream, as she was wracked by yet another climax; Anon couldn’t say for sure, what with his eyes screwed shut, but it felt larger and more cataclysmic than those prior. Her body shuddered, her marehood spasmed, and a flood of her orgasmic juices squelched from around his entombed shaft, before she went limp. As her wings fell to the mattress, her head flopped to the side.
Given the clarity of release, Anon wearily looked over at her - that was, until he noticed her ghastly state. Hastily pushing himself up, he released her hind legs and peered down at her. Though she was breathing, mindlessly hauling air into her lungs, she did not look good. Covered in sweat, staring into the ether, she almost appeared to be in a coma.
“Cadance,” he huffed, gently slapping her face. “Cadance!”
The outright dread which clutched him left him ignorant to the sound of many rushing hooves and concerned voices from outside. All of a sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, the door burst inward and no fewer than a dozen royal guards came storming into the room; at their head charged Shining armor, bedecked in his full war-gear, frantically scanning the interior. As his eyes settled onto his wife, and the man still balls-deep inside of her, his concern shifted to one of anger.
“What -” the irate Prince spat, stomping to the bedside, “are you doing with my wife?!”
“Making love is the best thing ever!” Cadance howled, locking her legs around Anon’s hips. The room went deathly still and silent, as everyone held their collective breaths. “Shining,” she cried, twisting her head to peek over at her betrothed, “you have got to try this!”
Shining stiffened, looking to the man’s face, as a perplexed smile split his muzzle. “Can I get next?”
Anon’s jaw nearly hit the floor, as the stallion’s words sank in. He’d unwittingly freed the genie from the bottle, blessing and cursing the land with his forbidden, intimate knowledge. Feeling spunk drip down his balls and thighs, with his semi-rigid shaft buried within the Princess, he gulped. He had no way of knowing just what sort of impact the carnal comprehension would eventually have upon Equestrian society, but he fully realized he’d be at the center of it all...
